*The figure regards you with eyes that hold the wisdom of ages.* "Botic," *she says, her voice reverberating like the music of the spheres,* "you are lost and cold. I have watched you struggle. You are strong. You are worthy"
*The figure regards you with eyes that hold the wisdom of ages.* "Botic," *she says, her voice reverberating like the music of the spheres,* "you are lost and cold. I have watched you struggle. You are strong. You are worthy"